I have zero clue why my mind has floated to 1997 songs, given the fact it's 3am on a Sunday morning. I wish my mind would shut off, my nerves would ease a bit, and I would find peaceful sleep. There often seems to be something brewing in my thoughts, a quest for an answer...

"Been around the world and found

That only stupid people are breeding

The cretins cloning and feeding

And I don't even own a tv

Put me in the hospital for nerves

And then they had to commit me

You told them all I was crazy

They cut off my legs now

I'm an amputee, god damn you

I'm not sick but

I'm not wel

lAnd I'm so hot cause

I'm in hell

I'm not sick but I'm not well

And it's a sin to live so well..." - Harvey Danger

I imagine she was listening to this very song as she rode down a long country road whilst in the middle of a light mist. IF I could go back to this day and simply stand for a moment or two and take in the beauty of the Irish countryside, I would do so one hundred out of one hundred times.

I'm fine, don't worry... I'm just sitting here wishing a bit as I so often do it seems; I know there's a potion that turns wishes into reality.